tw: gore, general angst
Hecate had been enjoying their new life. It was someplace they felt safe, where nobody was going to hurt them, where they didn't have to be terrified of every creature who approached them. That isn't to say, though, that they didn't remember what happened. The images would flash in their mind, the hellhound ripping out their father's throat, slammed a huge paw onto their mother's chest. They heard the sickening crunch of bones over and over. Every time they saw a wolf, they thought that it looked just a bit too close to the murderous creature. They felt their body crash into the wall as it smacked them away. Hecate tried so hard to fight for their family, tried so hard not to let them be killed but at the end of the night they were running from a bloodbath. The event had sparked in them a terror that carried them farther than they previously believed they were capable of. They remembered collapsing on BlizzardClan territory. They remembered being taken in. They were safe now so why did they still think of these things? And why was their fur soaked with tears now? Why were they sobbing, gasping for air?